The Grim Reaper

Paul Bell

She moved in on the Friday morning

He was getting out of his car when she called him over

The man next door had died

A bit weird, he thought

It would be two months later when she told him, the woman next door had died

He walked away with a wry smile. She was definitely the Grim reaper

Six months later, she summoned him over. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to tell him someone had died

The young lad in the house behind her had hung himself

He knew that young lad. This would be seven people he knew who had hung themselves. He felt like hanging her just to even things up.

It was that night he had the nightmare. He was in a courtroom. Sat across from him was the Grim reaper, above her hung all the bodies in her charge

The prosecutor addressed him as the murderer of Grim reaper, 267/496, killed doing her public duty. What did he plead

He didn’t understand, she was sat across from him. Surely they could see this.

What possessed you to kill, Grim reaper, 267/496, the prosecutor shouted

I didn’t kill her, how could I possibly kill someone who is still alive

You mock this court. How dare you mock this court, there can be no sentence except death by hanging

He screamed himself awake. God, what a god awful dream, I really need to stay away from that old bat

It was a Friday morning when he moved into his new house

Later that day, he met the woman from across the road. She welcomed him into the street

He informed her.  THE MAN NEXT DOOR HAD DIED.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2022 04:28
  • Category: Gothic
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Comments3

  • Paul Bell

    Summer heat is getting to me. lol

  • Bella Shepard

    Oh, twists and turns, the build up and then the exquisite twist at the end. Loved it!

    • Paul Bell

      Stopped opening the door now. lol

    • Doggerel Dave

      Bit grim, that one -Why didn't they get it together and have a rollicking good time - you are good at that, even if it doesn't work out in the end....

      • Paul Bell

        They would try to out do each other.



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